Lily Allen - It’s Not Me, It’s You
Sly satirical lyricist, or still just a fringe with an almighty gob, whatever your hopes for her second album, Lily hasn’t blossomed. Insistently banging on about boys and beans on toast, the candid exposé our nail-painting populace were promised amounts to little more than a few well-placed swearies, some lame sex and some sugar-coated spraff about celebs ‘putting shit up their noses’. Of course, there’s a giggle to be had. Some of the lines are golden and the pick’n’mix pop of Greg Kurstin’s production – referencing jazz, dance, and even country – is enough to make Woolworths spin. But a Skinneresque mouthpiece for a shattered generation? Whatevs Lily Allen.